Category Archives: cody

I confess.


I wasn’t checking my email just now, or writing a text.  I was taking your picture.  You caught me, and there’s been plenty of times you haven’t.

I do it because you’re prettier than you think.  I do it because I like all your different smiles, not just the one you save for the camera.  And I do it because the older I get the faster time seems to go by and whenever I think to myself “where DID the year go?!” …….. it’s easy for me to remember the answer.

I spent it with you.





aurora angelica watching tv

buckman breakfast burrito

ct breakfast

ct me holding hands

miss angelica breakfast

zia and lele wine bar SF


Breakfast at Cody’s.


Valancy Jane: How are you?

Cody: Good.
just drank a huge pot of coffee. Made it about an hour ago, put it in the fridge, then just poured it over ice and drank it. Like 1/2 gallon

Valancy Jane: That’s how I like my coffee.
Cold and black.
Like my heart.

Cody: hahah
I like my woman like I like my coffee….
Ground up and in the freezer
(wait, that’s not how it goes)

RE: His status message


Valancy Jane: “Banned from Yahoo answers”?

Cody: k

Valancy Jane: I could hug you.
What did you do?

Cody: some 14 year old girl asked what type of job she could do from home and I said to post on craiglist under the erotic services section. But only do incall and wear protection

Valancy Jane: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!

Cody: 🙂

Valancy Jane: I feel the same way I did when one of the kids I work with opened her purse and it was full of candy and a bottle of lighter fluid.
So proud.

Hand me a shovel.


When Cody thanked me for helping him paint the bat cave the other night (not a euphamism), I shrugged and said I like painting, and besides, it keeps me out of trouble.  Nothing and no one is safe when I don’t have enough to do. 

And suddenly I looked around at the bat cave and realized that maybe THATS the reason behind it, and that maybe he and I aren’t really so different.